Demonic Spell の小説・ストーリー

Not minding the shards that were embedded on her soles as the blood trickled from her wounds every time she took a step towards her bed. Cent felt that she could sleep an entire century with her body being so heavy. Her consciousness kept on urging her to stay alert and to remain vigilant after killing an angel on a whim and a fit of anger. But the warm sensation spreading from her inner heart as if it was a core of demonic aura surging with overwhelming power. Something was changing inside her. In her slumber, Cent knew it. Drops of cold sweat fell from her face and neck. The edges of her gigantic wings sharpened. And the shadows around her which barely reacted to her mood were now on rampa

They were ready to take whatever punishment their king decides for them. Whoever has done this, they planned it well, we were almost dead. But, their only mistake was, they underestimated Darius. He protected the entire perimeter of the pack with protection spells to avoid situations like this. So, no one can perform this kind of magic from outside the pack. This is done by someone inside the pack. "Only a demon has this kind of compelling ability. No ordinary demon can do this kind of magic either. He has to be a higher-up in the underworld" Darius said, once he realized what kind of spell was used.

Dani paused and sniffed the vile. “Holy blood? Not a very common thing. Finding someone who is not just pure but holy isn’t easy. And here I thought I was the blood snob.” Dani snorted. “It is a potent anti-magic spell. Aunt Sarael invented the spell, like our guild’s talismans but to be modified to target certain types of supernatural creatures.” Khalid explained. “Isis, can you grab a bowl so we can start this? Then I have enough empty canisters that we can fill to use.” Khalid glanced in my direction.

It make an explosion and both of it vanished. I saw Liberus face as if he can’t believe I’ve manage to cast the spell the same as he did. "But how?” Liberus asked putting his two hands in his head. “I know that there’s only one page in every spell from the Demonic Relic and I’m the only one who can cast that spell. So how?” Even I can’t believe on what just happened, I make my way to Liberus and offered him a hand. “You’re good, but you use your powers to surpass everyone.”

Silver blood, thick and luminescent, spilled from its mouth, pooling around the altar where its voice had once calmed armies and bent reality. Its once-glowing crown lay crooked atop its head, flickering like a dying candle in a storm, as if the cosmos itself were reluctant to let go. Damien stepped forward, slow and deliberate. He raised his hand—not with hesitation, but with the solemnity of a man who had carried too many burdens for too long. He was not proud. He was not triumphant. Only resigned. Behind him, massive arcane circles spun slowly in the air, inscribed with ancient runes that predated empires. Each ring burned with pulsing light, the air humming with the weight of a tenth-cir

Damian's expression changed drastically. He could feel the malevolent seed in his body going even more berserk, like it was about to blow. He couldn't keep it under control anymore, and the seed began spreading everywhere in his body like crazy. "Damn it!" Damian cursed inwardly. He still had no idea how to deal with mysterious spells and sorcery magic like this yet! His eyes turned steely as he threw caution to the wind and exclaimed, "Did you really think I wouldn't dare to kill them? You're the one who forced me into this!"

With each strike, he channeled the spell's energy, guiding him with a purpose that transcended mere physical prowess. In a pivotal moment, Arinna's spell found its mark—a decisive strike infused with the spell's transformative energy. It pierced through the heart of Emilia's darkness, shattering the malevolent force that had held her captive. As the darkness dissipated like a dissipating storm, Emilia collapsed to the ground, her once-feral eyes now clear and luminous once more.

The words of the spell flowed freely from my lips. “By the forces of the moon and the stars, I summon the spirits of darkness. Hear my plea, pay heed to my command. I call forth destruction upon Alpha Hendrix! Render his powers useless by the great powers of my ancestors. Let him lose his strength. Bring his life to an end! I call forth destruction upon Ashley Kim! Let her lose her mind. Extinguish her life completely, by my will!”

“There are only a handful of swordsmen in Yeongsan land who have this skill. This was a Dream Demon spell. When we have been hit by the spell, our bodies will be in the spell dimension and will never be able to return unless we can finish off the owner of the spell." Jang Mi explains everything she knows about the Demon Dream spell. The spell is usually set as a trap. A person will be hit by the spell if their body passes through the location where the spell has been placed. Supposedly, this could have been prevented by paying more attention to the surroundings. The Dream Stealth Spell has a feature where there is no shadow of objects in the area affected by the spell. That meant that, just

“Place your hands here and repeat this incantation: 'By the power of knowledge and life, I ignite the spark within my core- Let the magic flow forever within my soul. Grant me what I ask and more!'” I placed my hands in the over sized alcoves and shook off my nervousness. “By the power of knowledge and life- I ignite the spark within my core- Let the magic flow and soar- Grant me what I ask and more!” I felt a strong surge of magical energy and gasped from it, feeling overwhelmed and elated at the same time. Glass Arrow Annihilation, Chains of Agony, Soul’s Doom, Drop of Life, Frost Fire Surge, Shadow Frenzy, Eternal Inferno. Mix the spells to make more powerful attacks. I took a step back a